In a metal folding chair
At the end of table two
I met some friendly people –
Could one of them be you?
For every single meal
My chair was there for me
Always just the same
At table two, not table three.
’cause a moot of hungry rabbits
Can be a daunting sight
For one who’s always awkward
And never fits quite right.
For a timid little bunny –
Oh dear! What will I say? –
My chair at table two
Gave me comfort every day.
So if I didn’t meet you –
And there were quite a few –
It may be that you never sat
And dined at table two.
I guess I never sat at Table 2….
But at least I got to sit with you at The Frothy Monkey and Mafiazo’s! =) I’m glad our mutual introvertedness didn’t prevent us from meeting.
Me too!
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Ahhh – Your sweet heart. Grateful.
I love this
And you don’t even like poetry! Thanks, Talia!
you’re a hoot
but this is all true!
How did I manage not to meet you (besides not sitting at table 2)? Actually, I saw you many times throughout the weekend, but I’m chicken about meeting new people. Watch out next year, though! You’re on my target list.
You and me both — the chicken part, that is. Besides, now you’re one of those intimidating uber-talented people in my eyes. Wasn’t that your story that was read during the story-telling evening?